This is my third story. It's a SASUHINA story.
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Disclaimer: I Don't Own Naruto.
My Special Love
With Hinata (Point of View)
"Onee-chan…wake up already!" A small girl with pupiless eyes said as she nudged her older sister from sleeping. "Stop dreaming!" She added.
The woman—the older version—with a pupiless eyes and a long indigo hair groaned due to the dream she was having then suddenly ruined by her sister.
She sighed.
"Hanabi." She called her sister sternly as she narrowed her eyes at her. "Why do you always have to be in a wrong time? It was perfect…it…it was so close—" Hanabi interjected. She was so sick of hearing this dream she was always dreaming of and it was so annoying.
"Close? For what?" She asked as she loooked over the magazine that was on top of her table and opens. It was an ADULT magazine, so meaning, it has full of dirty….ehem…it was INDEED a perverted magazine. 'Why does Onee-chan have this thing?' She thought as she flipped a page to see a provocative scene that minors not supposed to see.
Hyuuga Hinata, oblivious to this, was in a day dreaming and said, "Kissing my Prince Charming!" She looked over the poster that was taped on the wall then smiled brightly. "Good morning, handsome."
"Hm…Prince Charming, huh?" Hanabi said but her eyes was too focused on the dirty magazine she had been looking at.
She giggled.
Still oblivious to the girl, Hinata got up from her bed then looked over to the clock. She gasped. "It's already 6:30? I'll be late!" She was now rummaging to get her underwear when she looked at her sister.
"Hanabi! What are you doing?! You're still too young to read that! Who told you to tamper this, huh?" She said as she grabbed the magazine away from her.
"Tch. Why do you have that, anyway?" Hanabi said.
"Because I'll be working for this magazine." She shouted inside the bathroom.
She sighed. "Whatever. Breakfast is ready! Come down when you're done." Hanabi said as she went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. It was intriguing that her older sister have that dirty magazine. It wasn't like her Onee-chan is a pervert on the inside and a complete innocent on the outside, but she was certain that everytime Hinata sees something provocative or beyond that, she would immediately blush, or even worse, faint. But now, she didn't even see her even in just a slightest tint of pink on her cheek when she grabbed back the magazine from her.
She sighed.
A few minutes later, Hinata went down to the kitchen wearing a simple white long sleeve blouse with a collar in it and a pencil skirt with matching stilettos. She sat beside her sister eating a bacon, a wheat bread, and a sunny side up with an orange juice. When she was done, she looked over to the clock and it was 7:10 am—she gasped.
"Oh no! I'm going to be late!" Hinata said as she hurriedly went to the door. 'If I'm late, I wouldn't be able to face my Prince Charming and he might have the impression of me as tardy. I don't want that to happen!" She thought as she starts putting on her shoes.
"You're going already?" Hanabi said as she also starts putting on her shoes then walked past her. "Why don't we just go together? Dad would be upset if we don't."
She sighed.
"Okay." Hinata answered.
"Ne, Onee-chan. Don't blow your interview, ok?" Hanabi reminded. "Make sure it isn't just Sasuke who's all in your head when you answer their questions." She added.
Ever since their mother had passed away, she was the one who keeps reminding her Onee-chan what to do, when to do, shouldn't or should do, etc. But despite being the youngest, she knew that her older sister wouldn't mind doing "motherly stuff" considering her Onee-chan IS the oldest. But why does she have to do it all the time? She didn't know. Maybe, because she felt like it? Or maybe because she was just plain concered about Hinata. Well, whatever.
"Hai, mother." She said mockingly as she rolled her eyes at the younger girl. She smirked. She looked over to the window when she noticed a big billboard—it was the 'Bachelor' magazine she'll be working for. She then smiled brightly when she sees the picture of his so-called Prince Charming Uchiha Sasuke along with his family. His full body picture of his surely is hot—he was wearing a tuxedo that fits him well with a pale skin, spiky hair, and a lips that curled into a frown. 'Why does he always frowning?' She thought, wondering.
Hinata arrived in the building she'll be working at and wondering if everything's going to be okay.
With Sasuke (Point of View)
"Twenty Percent sell through?!" A handsome young man yelled throughout the room where a meeting was being held. He could see people in this meeting room cringed in every words he voiced out. Yes, he was mad, beyond mad.
"Wow, that's bullshit!" He yelled even more as he tossed the file over on top of the table not too gently. He was mad INDEED.
The man said, "Uhm, Sir. Those are just initial figures. It will still stick up." Oh he was shaking with fear. He couldn't stay working with this man.
The boss, Sasuke, interjected, "God dammit Kankuro! Do you honestly believe in what you just said? Is that what you expect me to report to the board?" He shouted as he made his way beside the trembling man.
Unable to respond, he just shook his head.
"We're about to release our anniversary issue yet we're still number two. Number two!" He roared. "Of all the eleven issues we published…eight registered less than half of Stag's sales. So, why's that?" He added trying to get an answer from them.
"Must be the photos that were leaked to the net. The once we have yet to Photoshop. The market was turned off." The man, Kiba, currently the EIC (Editor-in-Chief), commented and noticed that everyone in the room (excluding Sasuke) agreed.
"That's so stupid." Sasuke said sternly. "Kiba, basic marketing principle, that's still publicity. Imagine if it weren't for those, we might be rotten even more!" He added.
Kiba said nothing. Oh he was pissed! He really want to punch his pretty face but couldn't. He wouldn't do that to low his self-esteem so that he could get revenged for humiliating him? No. Not Yet.
Suddenly, Sasuke said, "So, what do we do now?" He asked them. Apparently, giving up with everything he could to make his company turn into number one…again. So, basically, the company was currently in number two. Ah, so that's why the boss was in raging mode.
When nobody seems to utter a word—apparently, scared the hell out of them to say a single word, Sasuke suddenly said something making the people in the room startled.
"Speak up! Am I the only one doing the thinking?" He roared. "You, Kiba! You're the E.I.C! Tell me; why this magazine is a crap?"
Kiba stuttered. He was about to respond when Sasuke interjected. "That's because we keep publishing the same thing! Nothing new! All ideas are recycled! It all boils down to content!"
Now, screw self-esteem! Kiba really is now pissed at this man before him, his boss—scratch that, his EX-boss. He had gone too far for making him humiliating even more and finally snapped!
"So what are you saying? That this is my entire fault?!" He yelled back.
Unaffected with his sudden behavior's change, he said, "Well, who's in charge of the content"
Kiba narrowed his eyes then stood up. "You're unbelievable! Nothing in this magazine is dished out without your approval! You're part of this crap!" He yelled.
Now, everyone in the room began to look over to the boss and to Kiba, as if they were wondering whose going to win with the YELLING contest. Well, let's see.
"Okay, granted that's true." Sasuke responded, not caring with all the yelling Kiba was giving to him. Well, he's the boss. A boss to follow; a boss to understand; and heck, a boss that shouldn't be yelled at.
Does he care? Nope. Not right now. He was in a foul mood, indeed, but he had to let this guy say whatever he wants to because sooner or later, Kiba will resign. Yes, he knows.
"Well, what do we need now are solutions. "Fresh new ideas, not your hurting ego." Sasuke (somewhat) calmly said.
Upon hearing that from Sasuke, Kiba suddenly cut him off, "M-My hurting ego?" He couldn't believe that these two words are coming from him when his boss was the one that had "ego" issues.
"If someone's ego is in the way, it's yours, not mine!" He yelled.
Sasuke looked at him, with emotionless face and lips that curved into a frown. That word was a taboo for him. Not that it forbids him to say that word—but if it's coming from other people, heck it's not good. Everyone seems to notice the tension between the two—heck, even the atmosphere in that room—they looked over to their boss as Sasuke, himself, kept staring at Kiba sternly.
He chuckled. "You can't be serious." He said. "This is nothing personal. This is business. If you can't handle the pressure—"He was cut off as Kiba spoke.
"It's not about the pressure, Sasuke. It's you!" He roared. "You don't trust us! You don't respect us! You don't listen what we have to say! It was always about you! But when things go wrong, you blame it all on the staff!" He added. Yes, that felt good—yelling at your boss, saying what you've wanted to say in the beginning. But, he didn't care.
"So, what exactly are you saying?" Sasuke asked, already knows where that sentence would lead to.
"I'm saying you need a new Editor-in-Chief because I quit!" Kiba finally said. Everyone in the room looked over at each other as some of them picking up their belongings, stood up, then left.
Kiba left the meeting room as he starts to unpack his belongings on his desk. "Kiba, wait for me. I'm going with you." Temari said, as she also starts unpacking her things.
"Uhm, Ms. Temari, you're also leaving?" Tenten said.
"I'm only staying because of Kiba. If he's leaving, so am I." Temari answered then left.
"You, too?" Naruto said.
"Good luck guys." Kankuro said as he also left the room without glancing back at them.
When they saw their boss left the meeting room, he called for someone to get his coffee as the trembling woman nodded immediately then left. H saw a few people in his company as some of them already left the building, so he decided to ask.
"Anyone else?" He asked then looked at Tenten. "You."
Naruto interjected. "He meant you, dude."
"I have my kids to think of. These guys, maybe." Tenten said, quite scared the hell out of her but managed to spoke some of the words.
"Not me."
"Not me, too."
"Well, I'm staying, too."
Obviously, they wanted to stay at his company for different reasons. Their boss might be a jerk, but they couldn't lose their job just because of their boss' rude attitude. Yes, they could just endure all the yelling, the bad words they could get, or maybe even both?
Busy with their own thoughts when Sasuke suddenly yelled, "Where's my coffee?!"
The woman, who he ordered her to make his coffee awhile ago, appeared—holding his coffee with hands trembling as she slowly approach the raging boss.
Sasuke looked at her sternly and said, "You dumb woman."
Surprised by what he just said, the woman left the room still holding the coffee.
As soon as the few people left the building, Hinata was making her way inside the room, feeling happy and excited, but what he didn't know was the boss' rude attitude. Oblivious with the circumstance inside the room, she thought that she could finally be able to work with his boss, or rather, her 'Prince Charming.'
Upon entering the room, she was met by a woman holding a…coffee? 'Why is she holding a coffee?' She thought. Curious to the woman, she decided to ask her, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
The woman just shook her head and handed the coffee to her then left crying.
"What happened back there?" She muttered. Unsure what to do, she just made her way inside—still holding the coffee.
Meanwhile...
Sasuke went back to his office with his secretary, Sakura, when he spoke, "Find me new people. And you will get me the best names in this industry."
"Uh huh," Sakura responded as she writes whatever his boss order her to do.
"Best names. Where's my coffee?" Sasuke suddenly said. "Where the hell is my coffee?" He roared, making Sakura cringed from the loudness of his boss' voice.
As he opened the glass door, he was met by a pupiless woman with a long indigo hair, holding his supposedly coffee.
Hinata startled by sudden loud voice that his boss made as she stuttered, "S-sir, c-coffee?"
"And who are you?" He asked—eyes staring intently at her making her look somewhere else other than her eyes.
"H-Hyuuga H-Hinata…remember?" She answered as she slowly approaches Sasuke (still holding the coffee). "I'm applying to be your Editorial Assistant. Sir, Coffee?" She added—with confidence—handing the coffee to him.
He looked at her then to the coffee, grabbing the coffee from her. "You're hired." He said without glancing back at her. This made Hinata smiled brightly as her thoughts came into view with full of thoughts of his boss and her as she starts day dreaming again.
Author's Note:
I'm sorry if the title sucks. I couldn't come up with a better title, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me.
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PilyangSweet
